He was a nice enough guy and treated my mother pretty well, but other members in my family still had a hard time dealing with my mom marrying some one...outside the race. It didn't much matter to me, because she did seem happy with him. Needless to say, he and my father didn't get along from the get go. They had several run-ins over the years. I guess my father felt that mom still belonged to him and that she would go through life heartbroken that he left her.Often he would try to fuck my mother. I am standing off to the side while they are locked in sexual combat, if only her husband could see her right now, fucking cow, I bet a thermometer in her cunt would read 100 degrees, lol, listen to me, my own cunts temperature is up there also, and I bet he knows that, he keeps looking across at me standing here in the dark, fidgeting and acting like some tramp whore looking for cock.Of course he knows he is the only cock around, we are out in the sticks and the bull knows both cows need. .I could breathe! I opened my eyes, amoment of dizzying blur before things snapped into focus. Clear, crispfocus.She was beautiful. Cute, not just cute but sensual, a face full ofyouthful energy, blue eyes sparkling even in the subdued light ofwherever we were. Her lips were moving, but I was so distracted by themthat I couldn't make sense of what she was saying.Those lips. So soft. Oh God I wanted to kiss them, wanted so badly forher to kiss me. I felt scattered, I could feel my teeth bite my. Carlas hungry eyes and motioning lips told them everything they needed to know. The first one stood and walked over to offer her his manmeat. Bruce was glad to have her fed in short order. She gulped and gobbled and stroked and chortled until he blew a gasket. His gullet gusher filled her mouth and she brushed him aside and motioned for the next man to step up. One by one she satisfied the uninhibited Nordic studs as her husband watched her feed. In a place like this they would not need many.